"NO!"
He pointed at the first Black soldier who entered, "Who among you wants to end up like a ghost, don't eat that damn pill, do you really believe it's a sedative? We need to fight, we need to protest, we..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
He suddenly felt lighter.
Turning around, he found that his rifle was now in Brian's hands.
Everyone immediately looked at Brian with tense expressions, fearful that he would point the gun at them.
Seeing the varied expressions and not wanting to waste time, Brian pointed the gun at his own temple, and amidst everyone's shocked eyes, he pulled the trigger.
Click, click, click—
Accompanied by the muzzle flash and the ejecting bullet casings.
People screamed.
It seemed they had already seen this tall young man's head being shattered by the bullet.
No one's head could withstand a rifle bullet!
Absolutely no one could do that!
But... why hadn't this man fallen?
...
